By summer's end I predict that I'll have finally lost my mind

The doctor said that these new pills

They might help me this time

And I hope that's the case because I feel I am wasting the one life that I have

The chances they come and the chances they go

But the time you don't get that back.

Johnnie called me late last night and I told mr. walker just go home

Why do the demons in my mind never wanna leave me alone

It's the pistol and the bottle it's the drugs and it's the throttle

That tell me they'll make me feel alive

I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying I make it through the night.

Well I'd love to get to sleep but I can't get too deep

Though I am doing the best that I can

My mind likes to talk about everything I am not

And even worse everything I am

I tell my friends and they tell me that time will only do me well

I won't shut my mouth is it a rule down in the south that you can't talk about your mental health.

Johnnie called me late last night and I told mr. walker just go home

Why do the demons in my mind never wanna leave me alone

It's the pistol and the bottle it's the drugs and it's the throttle

That tell me they'll make me feel alive

I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying I make it through the night.

Johnnie called me late last night and I told mr. walker just go home

Why do the demons in my mind never wanna leave me alone

It's the pistol and the bottle it's the drugs and it's the throttle

That tell me they'll make me feel alive

I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying I make it through the night.